Aasia's Bondage

As the sun rose over Clifton that Saturday morning David awoke wearing the steel handcuffs, behind his back, that he had put on the night before and the gag made of the white scarf that he wore when riding his motorcycle. He remembered that, in his somewhat inebriated state, that he had put on his biking leathers and followed the lead of the woman across the road.

Sarah awoke in her bed. She had fought with her self imposed bondage for nearly two hours before escaping. She had the worst headache that she could remember and had rope burns on a number of parts of her body. She felt sick, ashamed, and distinctly sore. Her head pulsed with the worst hangover she had ever experienced. As she inspected the marks on her wrists, legs, elbows and tummy she swore that she would never, EVER, do that again. Sarah also thought that it would have been much better if her captor had tied a rope around her thighs holding them down to the chair. It would also have been an improvement if her feet had been pulled back up behind the chair so that she could not have touched the floor and changed her position.

Amongst the aching of her limbs, and the pulsing of the pain in her head, Sarah had an image of a girl, about her size, weight, colour etc., wearing only some rather flimsy and transparent black panties, stockings and garter belt, sitting on a high back chair. Her elbows and wrists were tied to the sides of the vertical back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to her wrists. A length of rope had been tied around her waist, knotted at the front. The ends of the rope had been passed through her legs over the loop at her waist (behind her back) and had been passed back under her bottom. The ends of the rope had been tied to the bar running under the chair causing her to thrust her hips out into the space in front of the chair. She was gagged with the same gag that Sarah had worn the night before. She wore a blindfold made of a thin material which seemed to cling to her face and cover her eyes eliminating the sense of sight. The vision flashed and changed as Sarah watched it. The colours of the garments changed, the ball gag changed colour and style from having the ball exposed to it being hidden behind a wide leather strap. The strap changed to rubber then evaporated. During all of the changes elements of a man could be perceived. His hands touched squeezed and stroked parts of the girl’s anatomy. They casually and deliberately touched the more intimate erogenous areas of the girl, of Sarah.

Sarah was completely dysfunctional for the rest of the day.

David had eventually found the key ring on which he kept the keys to his handcuffs. He had thought of wearing them all morning as he walked around his flat in hope that the woman across the rood could see him. After about 15 minutes of display he gave up in the need for a coffee.

David knew that above anything else, in the world, he wanted, needed, loved, lusted after, must have, must tie, must make love to (bound and gagged…. Or possibly not) THAT GIRL.

The day had almost gone when Sarah finally got her act together. She had napped on and off during the day and her headache had finally passed away. During her naps she had very erotic dreams most of which involved her in the power of some un-seen lover. In every case she was bound and gagged and usually clad either in some sexy lingerie or occasionally in leather or rubber outfits like those she had seen on those web sites. Her periods of wakening were not as pleasant with feelings of guilt, remorse and general feelings that she was some sad, sick woman. As the day wore on the bad feelings gave away to the erotic ones and by late afternoon she had tried out a little light self bondage.

Using some of the dog collars she had bought yesterday she made ankle and wrist cuffs. She gagged herself with a fifth collar and then, for good effect, she put a sixth collar around her neck. Taking the lengths of chain and padlocks that she had purchased from the hardware shop she joined them all together. Remembering the need to fasten her hands and feet together that she felt last night she planned to use the chains to do it. She wanted to link the gag and collar to the ensemble but was aware that she could get into difficulties if she attached her neck and her feet or wrists. She decided that it would be safe to experiment with pulling the gag back to her ankles if her wrists were free. She could try it out and understand the strains involved. Then on another occasion she would do it properly. Taking a three foot length of chain and four locks she knelt on the floor to prepare. She decided that the collar around her neck could be part of the arrangement as long as no strain was put on her neck. She locked the end of the chain to her collar then, allowing several inches of slack, she locked the chain to her gag. The end of the chain she passed through both of the "D" links of her ankle cuffs and brought the chain back up to take all the slack out. A lock passed through the links of chain completed the arrangements. The length of chain connecting her gag to her ankles was short enough to force her to arch her back and hold her head back in a rather unusual posture. Carefully she lowered herself so that her tummy was on the floor and her ankles pulled quite hard on the gag. Her head was forced back and she had to bite hard on the strap gag to stop the strap digging into her cheeks. She placed her hands behind her back to get the feel of it all but stopped short of actually locking the chains to her wrists. She could see the base of her computer with wires pulled out and knew that was going to be a problem.

She rolled onto her back and immediately felt exposed. If she were not wearing jeans and blouse but a skirt instead he would certainly get an eye full she thought. She decided that it was just as well that she had not locked her wrists onto the chain as she had left the keys on the table. Chained on the floor it would have been impossible to reach the keys and escape. She would have to be very careful about that.

David had spent most of the day out on his bike. A good thrash to clear away the cobwebs and a chance to think about last night. He had taken his old Kawasaki over the bridge to Wales and had a blatter through the valleys. He met up with some bikers from a Cardiff club and stopped off for a beer with them. They were good company and Liz, one of the girl passengers, had been very distracting. She had been rather probing about the two pairs of handcuffs that hung from the sissy bar (David’s attempt at a daring signal to like minded individuals). He had attempted to act nonchalant and say casually that he used them to hold his girlfriend on the bike but it came out wrong and instead of looking cool he felt he came over as a pratt. Anyway she was taken and he wanted someone else. On the return journey David opened it up a bit as he wanted to get back in time to take in any evening performance. He clocked 130 mph as he came down the M32.

Sarah’s afternoon experiment had marked her mouth. It was not bad but she better put on some make up before going out. She had a special mission before the shops shut. Sarah had never been into Anne Summers before and had decided to go late in the day hoping not to meet anyone she knew. She had intended to get a new pair of stockings (she had wrecked the last pair last night) and possibly one or two other things if she saw anythingsuitable.

The shop had had several rooms and some changing rooms. Sarah decided that trying on, in the shop, was not a good idea. She had been forced to wear a long sleeved blouse in order to hide the rope marks on her wrists. She thought that getting changed would definitely reveal other marks.

The first room had a number of inflatable dolls dressed up in the under garments that the shop sold. Sarah speculated on how sad it was that some men would buy the dolls. The second room was had just what she was looking for. Plastic and rubber. The prices were scary but eventually Sarah plucked up the courage to buy some articles on her credit card. "Buy now and regret at your leisure" she said to herself as she picked out the items she had decided to buy and put them in her basket. Passing on to the next room Sarah thought she would faint. It was full of leather stuff so obviously for Bondage. She wanted it all. Everything she looked at, and some she did not know how it would be used, she wanted. For a moment she thought of putting back the black PVC items that were in her basket but in the end she bought a pair of steel handcuffs and an almost frightening leather hood which incorporated both a gag and a blindfold. She tried to act as though she thought this the most normal shopping in the world but started to blush when the check out till would not read the bar code on the love cuffs and the code had to be entered manually. The assistant wrapped Sarah’s purchases and put a catalogue in showing all the bondage gear and more. As Sarah made her way back to Clifton she speculated on whether she could Surf the web in Bondage.

David got home and started watching out for the woman across the road. He did not want to be obvious but he didn’t want to miss anything. What he really needed was a video camera. One that could be plugged into the TV would be best and it must have a good zoom lens. David had always been careful about money and as a result he had nothing charged to his credit card. Convincing himself that this was a vitally important purchase he got back on his bike and set off for the shopping centre on the outskirts of town. It was one of those which stayed open late and had one or two consumer electronics shops. When David returned he was a good deal poorer. Half an hour after his return the window of the flat, across the road, could be seen on his television with exceptional clarity. He had even worked out how to set the camera to record without having to touch it. He decided that the finishing touch would be a bottle of wine to drink. After all she may be drinking wine as well.. He set out for the local convenience store.

Sarah returned home with plans to surf in her new clothes and as near in bondage as she could. The thought really excited her. However the moment she walked into her flat she saw the computer base unit with its disconnected cables and she realised that she had a problem. Dropping her bags on the bed she inspected the damage. Several wires were unplugged and at least one looked a bit damaged. Sarah had no idea what everything did that plugged in at the back as the computer had been installed for her by the company she bought it from. She thought of putting in a service call but at this time she would not get an engineer out. "Maybe if I go and buy one of those computer magazines I will get a clue".

Sarah set out for the local convenience store.

As David stepped out of the front door of the house Sarah was stepping out of hers. He saw her and was not sure what to do. Should he ignore her or go and say hello. While he was deciding what was the best thing to do Sarah was walking down to the shop. David followed at a discrete distance. Sarah walked into the shop and David followed. Sarah picked up a bottle of cheap French red wine. She had obviously bought that one before as she needed to spend no time in choosing. David also bought a bottle of the same wine. Sarah moved over to the magazines and David followed. He wanted to look closely at her. He wanted to talk to her. She was browsing the computer magazines. David did the same. Sarah glanced over at David. "you don’t know which would be the best one to give advice on fixing a computer do you". "Depends what’s wrong" David said "It’s pretty unlikely they will have an article on how to fix all computer problems. Anyway what’s wrong maybe I could help". Sarah explained that she had had a minor accident and that all the wires had come out of the back. "Where do you live" David asked "I could drop by and have a look". Thinking that this could be the answer Sarah told David that she lived on Apsley road and that she would be very grateful if he could help. David, remarking on the coincidence said that he could drop by in about half an hour. They agreed and returned to their homes.

Sarah had to work fast. She wanted to make sure that the flat had no sign of her recent games. Quickly making the bed she hid all her recent acquisitions and made sure that the room was ready for a visitor.

David worked fast. He wanted to set up a CD ready for the visit to Sarah’s flat. He wrote a couple of DOS batch files that would copy Sarah’s Browser Cache, cookies, favourites etc on to diskette. He also made sure that the copy of Back Orifice that he had recently downloaded was on the CD. He was ready in just about the half hour.

David rang the bell to Sarah’s flat noting, as he did, that the front door, being a communal one, was not very secure. That may come in handy at some point. Sarah opened the door and invited him in. They went up to Sarah’s flat now immaculate. David glanced out of the window to his own flat and noted that if you knew what you were looking at you could see a camera on a tripod. He would need to be careful.

Fixing Sarah’s computer was a doddle. The only real damage was in a speaker wire and was spliced in no time. David made some comment about having to check that the CMOS had not been corrupted and started the computer and going straight into setup. Sarah, suitably impressed, decided that watching would not help and offered David a glass of wine. David accepted and altered the settings to boot from diskette. David put his CD into the drive and booted. Almost immediately the cache files started to transfer. Within minutes David had a copy of Back orifice loaded and, for good measure, checked to see that the Virus scanner was not enabled (it was not!!).

Having re-set to boot from C: David re-started the system much to Sarah’s relief. She would be able to get on line this evening. David had a good look around the main room of the flat making mental notes. It was a good size room which seemed to double as lounge and bedroom. It must also be the study as the computer and several tall bookshelves were visible. Clearly the room had once been two rooms as half way across was a wide doorway with sliding doors. One of the cabinets was old and rather ornately decorated with a turned wooden pillar at the two ends covering the full height from floor to top, about four feet in all. It was extremely solid. "Just the sort of post you could tie someone to" he thought. In the ceiling the beams were exposed. Embedded into the central beam were two old, heavy duty, Pulley blocks. Following the line of the beam, to the wall, he noted the double pulley block and down the wall, at a height of about three feet he noted the wooden plate with its cleat (admittedly this had now seen several coats of paint in the years of being part of the disused clothes airier. From the casual glances given David thought that the pulley locks were probably serviceable not having been given too many coats of paint over the years. "those also could be useful" the voice in his head told him.

Once the computer was up and running Sarah became agitated about wanting to get on with her plan. She made some comment about being very grateful for David’s help and asked if she could pay him for his time. David, taking the hint (and secretly fairly keen to start an analysis of the material downloaded from Sarah’s machine) refused payment and got up to leave. "If you need any further help" David said "give me a shout. I’m only across the road from you and would be happy to sort little problems like that in exchange for you company say over a drink on night in the week"?

Sarah looked at David. Was he asking her out. She looked at him in a different light now. He was fairly good looking (if a little overweight) and she did not have a current male friend. She would like to pursue this. "Maybe you would like to come over for dinner on evening" Said Sarah "It’s the least I can do in return for you effort". They agreed an evening in the week and David left.

Sarah Signed on. So did David.

Sarah Surfed. David watched.

Eventually Sarah started on the chat rooms. She entered as a guest in a number of rooms but by coincidence signed on to Lorelei’s site and the chat room. She entered as guest 129. David signed on as 137 and whispered to her "would you like to be tied up and made love to for a very long time?" Sarah signed out straight away. It was a shock and, although she would have liked to say yes, she left before really thinking about it. She shut down her internet connect and made plans.

Sarah inspected her PVC items ad decided that they should be kept for a special event. She was tired and wanted to look at some web sites while tied up. Her experience on the swivel chair inspired her and she decided that a similar approach would be good.

She dressed a red swimsuit with her garter belt underneath. She put on the new stockings, purchased earlier in the day, and also the 6" heeled black patent shoes she had also acquired. She turned the lights off and set up all the gear that she wanted at the computer desk. She closed the window and curtains firmly.

Sarah tried on the Leather hood that she had bought earlier that day. It was hard to arrange so that breathing was easy but eventually, having first removed the blindfold and gag, she succeeded. It was snug and smelt like sex. She tried attaching the gag. It was very easy to fit and, being attached to the hood, seemed to be more effective. She tried to talk and could hardly hear anything. She tried shouting. More noise but nothing that would really attract attention. She tried a scream. It was impressive how so little escaped. She tried the blindfold. Total darkness. She had to get up and feel her way around the room. In her very strange garb she felt highly electrified. It was as though every nerve end knew what was to happen. The shoes were higher than any she had worn before and she wobbled a little as she moved blindly around the flat. She removed the blindfold and went to the bathroom to inspect herself in the mirror.

Once again Sarah was struck by the stupidity of what she was doing. "I really must be sick" she thought. "I really need help". A glass of wine helped her to forget the guilt feelings and remember the sexual ones. Taking the bottle and glass with her she returned to the computer table, sat down and immediately tied her ankles knees and thighs making sure that they were securely bound to the swivel chair as she went. She passed a rope over her thighs and around the seat of the chair. Wrapping it round she passed the rope back around her waist and the back of the chair. She could not really move from the chair just a slight squirm was possible. Reaching down into her panties she slipped in the remote control egg vibrator that had increased her overdraft earlier that day. Switching on the buzz was interesting but not as exciting as she had expected. A minor adjustment led her to switch off quickly. "This could be very interesting" she mumbled through the gag. She wrapped ropes around the upper part of her body above and below the breasts and to the back support of the chair. Testing the effectiveness she realised that she was as good as glued to the chair. She could swivel back and forth and with jerks she could move the chair back and forth on its castors. She could not get out of the chair without help. The next bit was (and always would be) impossible. Sarah really wanted to be able to surf, and possibly even chat, with her hands cuffed behind her back. For some reason she also wanted to be blindfolded but no amount of clever engineering would give her that.

A compromise which seemed to have possibility was to tie her elbows behind her and cuff her hand in front. The cuffs could be changed later. Access to the key would be an issue and she decided that placing it on the desk, next to the keyboard, was the best solution.

David speculated that, if he was lucky, he would get the chance to talk with Sarah on line. Not wishing to reveal his hand until he was completely certain of the position David elected to set up a new identity. He established a new e-mail address at hushmail. After several attempts he hit on a name that he thought would be suitable and not already taken. He established himself as gentlerope@hushmail.com. Next he went back to the bedroom bondage chat room and set up the nickname gentlerope. He was ready for the on line encounter.

Once again Sarah was scantily clad, gagged, and bound to her swivel chair. She could just reach the keyboard and mouse and with care could sign on.

David had re-installed his remote admin software three times in the past hour. He had also spent a lot of time looking at his TV screen hoping to see Sarah across the road. He had thought he could see her for a moment, in the gloom, but then the window and curtains had been shut tight. He began to wonder if she was alone. Had he made a mistake? Had she been accompanied last night? Maybe someone else was with her now.

He could not find her on-line. He opened his bottle of wine and fell asleep in front of the screen.

Sarah went back to the chat room where she had been briefly propositioned. She wanted to know more about what went on (and also she wanted to accept the proposition). Surfing in bondage took some getting used to and eventually the strain on her arms convinced her that maybe she should free her self for a while and enjoy the chat.

David woke up thirsty. He took a long drink of wine but it did not help. The screen was dark. He flicked the mouse and the screen lit up. Immediately he could see that she was on line. He could see that she had entered the chat room and followed her in.

Sarah was logged on as a guest, David as Gentlerope. They chatted to each other and the other occupants of the room. The conversation was bondage associated and some of the visitors had a little fun by role playing a bondage scenario on line. For Sarah it was all a little contrived and funny rather than erotic so when David whispered to her she was both surprised and pleased.

GR "Are you tied up now? If not maybe I could help"

She whispered back "How do you think you could help?"

Well maybe I could come over and visit with you

What if we live a long way apart ?

Maybe I could tell you how to tie yourself up ... would you like to try that?

We could try.

David gave Sarah his hushmail address and reflecting on the danger of her being contacted by others in the chat room and passing on her email address he suggested to her that a secure ISP or at least email account would be appropriate before she replied. He gave her the address of the hushmail signup page.

They chatted for about 3 hours, Sarah tied to her chair with only hands free, David across the road. At one point Sarah said she wanted a break and having agreed to return in 20 minutes, She clipped the handcuffs to her wrists behind her back. Reaching around her back Sarah pressed the switch on the remote control for the buzzy little friend in her panties. The effect was electrifying and she dropped the remote control. Sarah felt so horny from the long conversation with David that she was close to climax already. She writhed and wriggled in the chair as an earthquake hit Bristol.

It was nearly Daylight as Sarah and David finished making plans for the remote control bondage that was to take place next week. They had talked at great length about the things that Sarah had bought and the layout of her flat. David had asked her if she could get some stereo headphones for her computer on a long lead. Also he asked her to acquire four woodworkers "g" clamps with about five inches of opening. He told her that all would be revealed in the coming week. He also went to great length to tell her how dangerous it was to get into self bondage without some means of escape should anything go wrong. David told her that the handcuffs were a good idea in fact he suggested that a second pair for the adventure later in the week would be a good idea but it was of vital importance that she made an arrangement for a "safety net". He suggested a friend who could be given a key and instructions to visit and let themselves in if she did not answer the door. Sarah agreed to think about this and they signed off as the milk man started delivery in Apsley Road.

Sarah went to Hushmail and became sasbound@hushmail.com

On Monday afternoon David bought Sarah a kitten. He delivered it with a very large red bow around its neck. Sarah told David that she hadn’t thought of being a cat owner and indeed a Clifton flat may not be the best place for a kitten. David responded by telling Sarah that a flat was fine, it did have an adequate balcony and as for cat ownership Sarah had a thing or two to learn about cats. "We don’t own cats, they own us". "What do I do if I need to be out overnight"/ Sarah asked. "No problem" said David and continued that he would be able to pop over to feed the cat and make sure it was happy. On the basis that a cat would be some company on occasion Sarah accepted the gift and cuddling the kitten, invited David in for coffee. During the conversation Sarah dropped into the conversation that some friends, living in Bath, had invited her over for dinner on the weekend. On such occasions she usually drove back late but her friends had been talking about a visit to the Roman baths the next day. Sarah asked David if he could possibly take a key and drop in on Saturday morning in case she was not back just to check on the kitten. David agreed and arranged to have a drink with Sarah on Friday evening and pick up the key.

Several times that week David and Sarah met in the chatroom as Gentlerope and Sasbound. They talked openly and whispered frequently. At other times David worked on a set of MP3 files that he wanted for Saturday night while Sarah worked on the other arrangements that Gentlerope had asked her to make.

On Thursday night David sent an email to Sarah with several attachments. He told her, in the email, how to make a folder and to transfer the attachments into the newly made folder.